This dashing man was Pedro Menocal, the Cuban-born painter who did my mother’s portrait which hangs on the wall of the room on the cover of Chanel Bonfire. Pedro was born outside of Havana in the country house of his Grandfather, General Mario Menocal. He was born into a world of privilege (his family owned sugar and rice plantations) and pursued an interest in horses and art leading eventually to the study of architecture at the University of Havana. Because of trouble with mathematics (I can totally relate) he never completed his studies. After the revolution, he fled to New York City with his wife Magda and their daughter Magdalena. It was in New York that he first started drawing and painting professionally, eventually becoming one of the most popular society portratists (and horse painters) of the late 20th Century. In addition to portraits of international financier, John Loeb, the children and horses of mining king, John Englehard, Jr., and the official portrait of first lady, Nancy Reagan, Menocal did Mother’s, my and Robbie’s portraits. His wife and daughter now live in Mexico City and graciously allowed me to use Mother’s portrait for the cover of Chanel.
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The Underground
Mother would never in a millions years have let us ride the subway in New York. She never did. Even with our nannies we would take the bus or Mother would give them cab fare. But after only a year in London, Robbie and I were riding the Tube or the Underground everywhere — by ourselves or with a pack of other kids from school. Busses were fun but the Underground was fast and filled with cool people and round and much cheaper than taking a taxi.
And when you’re saving all your money for platform shoes and trips to Biba, that’s an important difference!
Platform Shoes!
Sisters Shelf on Goodreads
Hooray for Hump Day! Summer Pleasures
Family Photos on Chanel Bonfire
One of our last summers in Minneapolis with our father. A friend of the family took this amazing series of the three of us in the park. Thanks to the publication of Chanel, they resurfaced as if from a time capsule or the messages Robbie and I stuffed into coke bottles and dropped from the QE2 as our mother sailed us away.
Beaver Graduation
“At graduation, after the diplomas were handed out, my class sang the Beatles song ‘In My Life.’ I’m sure that to the faculty or other students it seemed an appropriate choice of a song for a group of people whose lives were about to change forever, and who had happy times to look back on, but to me, it sounded like a dirge.
Mother, decked out in one of her Chanel suits, took my picture in my white cap and gown beside Robbie in the pretty, tree-lined courtyard in front of the school, where the Beaver graduations always took place.”